Employed by the Boss (Managing the Bosses 7)

“What’re you going to order?” she asked, and he looked up and smiled at her.

“I’m more interested in what I’m going to be having for dessert,” he said, giving her a look that made her melt a little, heat pooling low in her belly.

It had been way too long.

The waiter returned and took their orders, and they chatted over their food. Alex, she could tell, was carefully steering around most of the topic of work, avoiding anything that would make her feel bad about not returning yet.

“So,” she said when he paused, “how is the new PA?”

“She's just fine,” Alex said. “Knows what she's doing, and she's not afraid to work. Zander is glad to have her.”

“And what about you?” she couldn't help pressing. “Are you glad to have her?”

“She's useful,” Alex answered, “but she's not you. No one else can do what you do, baby. And that doesn't mean I want you to feel bad about staying home with the twins, but I don't want you to worry that you can be replaced. You couldn't be. Not even if she had some kind of super powers.”

Jamie laughed, and felt something relaxing in herself that had been knotting tight since the news that Zander had hired a new PA. No matter what, Alex was still hers. She had a ring on him after all, and the twins. She reached across the table and slipped her hand into her husband's, giving him a smile over the top of the wine glasses.

“What do you say we finish up dinner and get out of here, Mr. Reid?”

His eyebrows lifted, and then his expression settled into a grin that had a definite edge of hunger. “You know, Mrs. Reid,” he said, “I think I would like that.”

Alex motioned to the waiter, gave his card for the bill, and then stood up and held out his arm for her.

Jamie laid her hand over it, letting him walk her out into the warm night. “Where to for dessert?”

He looked thoughtful. “Well, there are a few hotels in the area, and I don't mind paying the price to rent for the night, if you want that.”

Jamie considered it, but she shook her head. She didn't want to make love to Alex in a strange bed. The trouble was, home was off-limits with Mark and Christine in the main house, and she couldn't really ask them to sit downstairs and keep an eye on the baby monitor while she and Alex were rolling around in bed together.

“Tell you what,” Alex said. “I'll start driving, and you tell me where.”

She nodded and once the valet brought their car, they climbed in and headed out. Alex turned the car out onto the street, and Jamie watched the buildings slide by them, all of them still brightly lit.

“See anywhere promising?” he asked as he turned onto a new road and they moved past places where the lights were turned off, the all-night life of the city giving way to its edges, where people slept at more sensible times.

Another turn, and they were on a street that seemed almost deserted, just trees around them. A park or something. He stopped the car, and Jamie remembered with a little rush of heat the time they'd been together in his father’s truck and stopped under a bridge because of the rain. Alex, she could tell, was thinking about the same event, because the look he gave her was hot enough to make her weak in the knees.

“How about here?” he asked, and all Jamie could do was nod.

He was already reaching for her, and she slid across the seat to straddle him, her dress sliding up her thighs. Alex's hands were immediately on them, big and warm, stroking over her skin from the curve of her hip to her knee.

“Damn, I've missed this,” he groaned, pulling her down for a kiss.

Jamie didn't answer. Her mouth was a little busy. She pressed close, rocked down against him, and felt him already hard in his expensive suit pants.

They pulled back, panting, to get a little air, and then Jamie stole another kiss, and another. Alex's hands hand slid down to cup the curves of her buttocks, and he was using the grip to pull her closer.

She moaned against his lips. “If we ever have to go this long without sex again, I'm going to mutiny,” she said when they'd broken apart a third time.

“I'll mutiny with you,” Alex said, and there was laughter in his voice, but there was also a rough edge that said just how turned on he was, and it made Jamie want him even more.

She needed him inside her.

“Come on,” she said, shifting up so that she could pull her panties down and off, flinging them onto the other side of the seat. Her hands went for the fastenings of his pants, and he reached down to help her.

“No foreplay?” he teased, looking up into her eyes.

Jamie looked back at him, eyes narrowed. “Foreplay is round two,” she growled, and Alex dropped his head back against the seat with a groan as her hand curled around his length, pulling him from his boxer briefs.